Are you going to let me be eaten?' Billy Beech am looks stunned.' Don't you know that sometimes Beast collectors get collected?' I ask him.' But you're a virgin.'' Virgins were never sacrifices,' I say. "Not to this kind of Beast. Virgin are collaborators.

— Maria Dahvana Headley

Are you going to let me be eaten?' Billy Beech am looks stunned.' Don't you know that sometimes Beast collectors get collected?' I ask him.' But you're a virgin.'' Virgins were never sacrifices,' I say. "Not to this kind of Beast. Virgins are collaborators.

— Maria Dahvana Headley

Even people who've never seen a miracle can believe in miracles.

— Maria Dahvana Headley

I can hear my mom. I can hear her take a deep breath. Furthermore, I hear her pushing words out, and I can almost see her, for a second, the look on her face, her hand pressed to her own heart, the other in a fist." You can go if you have to go," my mom says, and her voice shakes, but she's solid. She says it again, so I'll know. "You can go if you have to go, okay, baby? Don't wait for me. I love you, you're mine, you'll always be mine, and this is going to be okay, you're safe, baby, you're safe-"... And after that? There's nothing.

— Maria Dahvana Headley

I can't imagine a universe in which I try to unloved her.

— Maria Dahvana Headley

I know everyone has dreams of flying, but this isn’t a dream of flying. It’s a dream of floating, and the ocean is not water but wind. I call it a dream, but it feels realer than my life.

— Maria Dahvana Headley

I like the sky. It's rational to me in a way that life isn't.

— Maria Dahvana Headley

I like the sky. It’s rational to me in a way that life isn’t. Looking at it doesn’t suck the way you might think it would, given all the dying-girl-stares-at-heaven possibilities. I don’t think of the sky as any kind of heaven item. I think of it as a bunch of gases and faraway echoes of things that used to be on fire

— Maria Dahvana Headley

I'm dark matter. The universe inside of me is full of something, and science can't even shine a light on it. I feel like I'm mostly made of mysteries.

— Maria Dahvana Headley

I think about celestial junk. Like, maybe every planet in this solar system is discarded by giant hands. Each star a crumpled ball of paper, a love letter lit on fire, a smoldering bit of cigarette ash.

— Maria Dahvana Headley